His Lies, Our Undying Love

eath. My mother' s hand was a collection of bones under my own, her skin like paper. Her last breath was a promis

ling. My

pered, her eyes already seeing som

into a single, scuffed suitcase. My mother' s things were already gone, packed int

uilding. It looked like a spaceship that had landed in the wrong universe.

l where my mother' s favorite picture used to hang. The crack in the kitchen linoleum I' d tr

partment door for the last time. T

gainst each step. The woman in the car finally opened her door a

Her voice was as s

odd

aid, her eyes scanning my worn jeans and faded t-shirt. I

ensive thud. The inside of the car smelled like new leather and mo

ered walls of my neighborhood to smooth, wide roads lined with manicured trees. The

lways rough, her body always tired. She did it all for me, for the scholarship to a good school, for a chance to esc

the end of it was not a house, but a mansion. It was a palace of glass and white stone, so big it

terling mansio

le doors. She still didn't speak. She just looked at me i

ut," s

in a butler's uniform stood there. He looked at

begun. I didn't ev